I wrote this one shot months ago and figured it was about time I posted it for you guys. Work is currently pulling me under at the moment and it will be a while before I post another chapter of 'when the sun chases the moon'. In the meantime I'll leave this little gem for you guys to enjoy. Smut. Smut galore.
Summary:
Katara surrendered herself to the Fire Nation when her home was threatened. Thinking she was to be executed for being one of the surviving waterbenders of her tribe, Katara is instead treated like royalty. The eerie treatment has her second guessing their motives behind her arrival. What could the Fire Nation possibly be planning for her?
I do not own Avatar: the last Airbender
"Stars blind, they fall and leave the sky. Leave me alone another night
My eyes can't help, they start to cry. I'm close to the line, close to the line
I see the moon, it comes alive. Feeling the earth move with the tide
Fall to the sky, won't veer behind. I'm close to the line, close to the line" -Xan Griffin ft Neonheart, Leo
It had been well over two months since she was taken from the icy tundra of her home in the South Pole. It was thirty days of darkness and the only light that cast over the blankets of snow were the glows from the fire illuminating from inside the huts.
The temperature, that had reached below zero over the course of a fortnight, was starting to rise enough to allow snow to descend upon the village of the Southern Water Tribe. Much to the relief of the leftover women and children, who had been confined to their homes due to the freezing temperatures. They were now able to begin fishing in the waters again.
Katara, the last and only waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe, had stepped out of the hut with her grandmother. With the men out fighting the war, Gran Gran had taken the responsibility of leading the rest of the tribe. It was hard at first but the women worked hard and gained enough strength of their own accord to hunt and fish for themselves. Some were even strong enough to prepare for battle if need be, even though their numbers were small.
But what could one do if they could no longer rely on anyone but themselves?
Katara was proud of the women of their tribe. She would sometimes imagine how her brother and father, who was the village chief, would react at how skilled and reliable they all turned out to be. Especially Katara herself, who worked day and night since the men left to practice her waterbending without a proper teacher. She might not be what you would call 'textbook skilled' but she worked up enough power and aptitude to take down a male polar bear dog when it attacked the village over a year ago.
She was well respected by her people and was relied on to lead the hunting group weekly.
It had been too long since their last hunt, and their previsions were getting low. Taking a group of four other women with Katara, they all grabbed their spears and left to hunt tiger seal. Gran Gran sung a prayer in their language to give the women divine protection and success in their hunt. They all bent down on a single knee, heads slightly bowed, as she drew blue paint over their foreheads to seal the blessing.
Little did they know a Fire Nation ship scoured the seas not far from their home. The dark days hid the black snow that came down from the sky, unalarming the group of hunters. At first.
The sight of Fire Nation soldiers at the edge of the icy tundra about five miles from the village was indeed a shock. That didn't stop the women from fighting for something they've prepared for all these years.
Sure enough, they gave the soldiers a run for their money. Just when the soldiers that had invaded part of the land began to retreat, the women started to feel a swell of victory. Their only master waterbender had the greatest advantage as the full moon hung high in the clear sky and she deterred Fire Nation soldier left and right. Wiping them over with water and snow and freezing them in place. She had no intentions of killing anyone, unless they got too close, then she was determined to survive and protect the people she loved.
The circumstances became unfortunate when back up from the Fire Nation ship arrived and surrounded the group of women. They were bound by the wrist and forced to face the ground on the stomachs. Eyes bore a hole into the soldiers that surrounded them.
The watertribe women were given an ultimatum, give up their last waterbender or be destroyed. The women laid silent, refusing to give in. All except Katara, who had more heart than strength and offered herself up in exchange for the safety of her people.
The captain, a devious looking man with receding gray hair, beard reaching mid chest and his left eye sealed from what looked like a previous wound, laughed sinisterly as Katara was led away to the boats leading to the Fire Nation ship. He claimed to have plans for her and promised that it would be unpleasant.
Now here she was, two months after being in a filthy cell of a metal ship, getting stripped, cleaned and once again bound by the wrist with strong rope.
What took the waterbender by surprise was as soon as she arrived in the Fire Nation capital the day before, the people cheered as she was led to the palace. Flowers, and ones of such beauty that Katara had never beheld, were thrown at her feet. Praises and cries of joy left the mouth of the surrounding citizens. Katara never felt so confused in her life. Wasn't she here to be eliminated? Executed for her existence?
Being worshipped was the last thing she expected.
They bathed her in oils so rich, the waterbender became dizzy in a haze of cinnamon and sandalwood. Her lungs burned as her senses were overwhelmed and she couldn't enjoy the bath in the least, even though she was excited to be surrounded by her element after so long. To her dislike, the circular tub was surrounded by guards. Prepared to apprehend her if she waterbended in the slightest.
Servants sat at the edge of the tub, washing her skin and shampooing her hair with more scented substances. From what little she knew of their language, they were praising her. Telling her how soft and luminous her skin was and how much they admired her long, curly hair.
Katara's heart pounded in a fear that never set within her before. The atmosphere was uncomfortable. Despite the strange generosity and kindness of these people, their reaction to housing and pampering a watertribe peasant was extremely disturbing. They acted in some type of unison that Katara recalls from frightening tales passed around her people over a campfire as a child.
Her throat was dry and the waterbender felt a weakness in her limbs that reminded her of her worst nightmares.
After her bath, she was oiled up, once again, from a scent they claimed was made from fire lilies. Katara's body tensed as the servants ran their hands all over her naked form, even going through cracks and crevices that turned the waterbender's face a dark red. She gasped in discomfiture when a hand ran between her thighs.
She raised a hand at the invader only to feel a strong hand wrap around her wrist. One of the guards had reacted immediately. Katara scowled and pulled her hand back as the guard backed away with a glaring warning.
After the small ordeal, they wrapped her chest and waist down to her upper thighs with sheer, red material. The top half of her hair was styled in braids, the rest hanging down her back, and decorated in flowers and beaded jewelry. Gold necklaces reaching past her chest and studded with red rubies hung like a water fall. She clung to her mother's necklace, ensuring they did not remove it. Matching bracelets hung from her wrist as well as a single anklet on her left ankle. Her plump lips were painted red and her eyes lined with dark charcoal.
The servants turned Katara to a tall mirror, clapping and complimenting her fine beauty. Katara felt sick to her stomach, she was on display. The whole thing was abnormal, despite her being in a different part of the world. Were they buttering her up before her timely death? Then why would a whole city of people welcome her?
A sheer red veil was set on the crown of her head, covering her face all the way pass her neck.
Katara was then led out of the room and down large halls of the palace with her hands bound in front of her. Her bare feet patted against the reflective marble flooring, the sound of the jewelry she wore echoing in her ears. She looked up at the high ceilings of the palace, slightly mesmerized by the artwork that covered it. Red and gold painted a description of winged beast dancing in the sky.
The walk felt long and her weakened limbs felt like they were losing more strength with every step she took. Katara's eyes widened after going pass large double doors that led to the outside of the back of the palace. Miles in front of her stood what looked like large mountainous black hills, possibly as tall as the palace itself.
It took almost three hours to reach the destination in the palanquin she was escorted in and the sun was setting, painting the sky pink. But to Katara it looked hazed in blood red, much like her surroundings since her arrival.
A man in formal black and red robes and a tall hat stood in front of metal double doors leading inside the black hills. His amber eyes looked at the waterbender with hidden intent and his smile was devious. The guards led Katara up the stairs where the man stood, a large emblem with the Fire Nation insignia hung from a red ribbon around his neck.
The man grabbed Katara's bicep forcefully and turned her forward to face a crowd she wasn't aware was behind her the whole time. They cheered as the man announced something in their language and they threw flowers, once again, at her feet. As the sun sunk deeper, the crowd became silent and bowed low on their knees as the metal doors behind Katara opened.
The waterbender began to panic. This was getting more terrifying by the minute and she hadn't a clue on what they were doing with her. If they wanted her dead, by La, she sure hoped it was quick because these people's actions weren't making her any less anxious.
The man turned to her as the creaking metal of the doors caused her knees to go weak. "Let's hope you are different. The others were not so fortunate." He spat, eyeing her in disgust, as he cut her bounds with a dagger.
Katara was aggressively pushed forward pass the metal doors, her body flailing forward, falling to her hands and knees. Before she could comprehend the sudden push, she turned around in time to see the doors shutting behind her, the man in formal red robes smirking as the doors gave a final 'thud'.
Katara rushed to her feet, running to the doors and slamming her fist against them. She screamed to be let out, until her hands became sore. The waterbender whimpered from the painful bruise on her right hand from slamming it too hard on the metal.
Her knees, feet and hands were caked in mud from when she landed on the ground. Looking around her, she was shocked to find that the black hills were actually peaks circling around her like a large prison, on the other side of it stood a volcano and from the looks of it, was dormant. An opening led inside the volcano but the waterbender didn't move a muscle. It was sketchy and going with her instincts, decided not to explore it.
The heat stifling the air was smoldering. Katara hadn't a clue of what to do or expect as the moon rose high in the sky after hours passed with her lost in thought. Feeling the weight of the last two much overwhelm her as well as the sticky heat, Katara opted for sleep.
She crawled to the metal doors, lying her back against it. The veil, irritatingly obscuring some of her vision, was snatched off her head and thrown on the ground with a growl. Katara hated this place. It was hot, suffocating and foreign. Lying down on her side, her head rested on her hands. Sweat cake her body and she was thankful the material on her was light. Looking up at the full moon, she quietly sent a prayer. She missed home greatly, wondering if he women were okay, if her father and Sokka made it back alive.
A tear ran down her cheek thinking of her family. Sniffing, Katara closed her eyes, allowing sleep to take her.
*break*
A rumbling sound caused Katara to stir. Groaning as the midmorning sun beat down on her person, the waterbender sat up and stretched her limbs. She knew she had overslept and the beating sun made her a bit delirious. The humidity was raw and her vision had a hard time focusing.
Another rumble, this one a lot more noticeable caused Katara to jump to her feet. Alert, she frantically looked around the large prison. After some time, she concluded that the sun was making her hear things. She was new to this land and high temperatures were out of her nature. It was probably best to make her way to the volcano opening, just to get out of the sun.
Katara's legs were jelly from uncomfortably sleeping on the ground as she made the walk to the volcano, wiping the sweat from her face along with the make up the servants caked on her the day before. She was becoming dehydrated. Swirling her hands in a circle, she pulled water from the air and sent it into her mouth. It was warm from the humidity but quenching.
She was about fifty feet away from the opening when a rumble shook the ground again. Only this time it was strong enough for Katara to fall over on her bottom. Wincing as her tailbone hit the ground. She had no time to soothe her sore spot when a pair of gold eyes glowed in the darkness of the cave, glaring. A low, deep growl sent shivers down Katara's spine and her body froze in place. The chill overcame her body, despite the heat, as she recalled the events that took place up until now.
The cheering, the royal treatment, the expensive assets, the praises. She was obviously trapped and when she first entered the prison, she thought she was only meant to starve to death. Staring at the eyes of whatever being this was brought Katara to one conclusion. She was a sacrifice.
Once it hit her like a ton of rocks, she clumsily brought herself to her feet and backed away from the entrance of the volcano cautiously. The beast inside growled even louder and descended upon her carefully. The sun revealed its form, teeth baring, yellow eyes narrowing and its red scales glistening like rubies.
Katara's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Tears began to sting her eyes. Every step she took back, the beast took a larger one, its eyes never breaking contact of her form. She had heard tales and seen paintings depicting the creature before. Who knew they really existed. In all her wildest dreams, the waterbender never thought she'd lay eyes on one of them. Dragon.
The thought brought Katara out of her stupor and she turned to make a break for it. The dragon roared and picked up the pace of its feet to follow after her. Katara winced as it roared, shrieking in freight.
The waterbender's body slammed against the metal doors and she cried for them to open it, smacking her hands against them. "Please." She begged out loud, looking behind her to see the dragon getting closer to her. "Please…" she whimpered. She was going to die. She was going to die in this La forsaken land and get eaten by a creature that shouldn't even be alive.
Closing her eyes and clenching her fist as the ground shook with every step the dragon took, Katara prepared herself to feel flames engulf her body.
A few moments passed and Katara felt nothing. Her heart hammered in her chest and her breathing picked up as silence replaced the sound of large footsteps. She whined when a small breeze brushed her cheek, and despite her better judgment opened a single eye to take a peek at the situation.
Katara's eyes flew open when, instead of a ferocious man-eating dragon, stood a young man. His skin was alabaster, his short, black hair hung over his eyes, and a scar covered the left side of his face. He wore a red opened robe with gold trimming and red trousers that ended just below his knees. He couldn't have been more than a couple years older thank her. A smirk painted at his lips, revealing a dimple on the right side of his cheek.
Katara's brows knitted. Who the hell was this? And where's the dragon?
As if reading her mind, the smirk on his lips spread into a wide grin and he nodded his head as though answering a question she didn't ask.
The waterbender gasped in shock, pressing her back against the metal doors, shaking her head. Katara pulled water from the air and took a defensive stance when the stranger lifted his foot to take step towards her. He cocked his head and mocked a pout, sticking out his perfect bottom lip. Katara began to lose her balance when her knees started shaking uncontrollably.
Suddenly, the call of the water left her hands and Katara felt her body temperature rise. It wasn't the smoldering heat she felt when she first arrived in the Fire Nation. It was heat that ran down her back and stomach, reaching the core between her legs. An involuntary moan escaped her lips and her eyes turned dark and half lidded with a force she never felt before. Running her hands over her open midriff, Katara's muscles tensed in a pleasure numbing sensation.
Her eyes widened when her left hand ran down her stomach to reach her heated core. Katara pried her hands off herself, eyes moving between them and up at the young man who was still grinning at her. Her thighs rubbed together from the discomfort lying between them. When did she get wet?
"Who-who are you?" Katara whispered, barely hearing herself speak.
The young man didn't answer but instead nodded his head again and pointed his index finger downward. Katara found herself on her hands and knees with a gasp and an unknown force made her crawl provocatively to the stranger. Her eyes, once again, darkened with lust. The jewelry she adorned clinking in unison with her movements.
She tried to growl in aggravation over the control she apparently lost over her body but it ended up coming out as a purr. She had a feeling he was no ordinary dragon. Stopping in front of him, Katara ran her hands from his bare calf and up his clothed thigh, sighing as her torso rubbed against his leg. She kept her face down so he wouldn't see the blush that ran from her neck to her cheeks. What was he doing to her?
She was overcome with heat and all she wanted to do was relieve the pressure on her sex. Hot air released from her mouth and it took all her strength not to buck her hips forward. A finger lifted her chin and her eyes made contact with the young man's once again. He gestured her to stand and she quickly followed his command much to her protest.
Stepping close enough so that their bodies were inches apart, the young man bent down, lips touching her earlobe and he whispered gently in her ear.
Katara gasped and clung to the dragon's open robe, further exposing his muscular torso. Eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Zuko." She moaned in a voice she didn't recognize. He snaked an arm around her back, flushing their bodies together. Katara instinctively wrapped a leg around his waist. Her mind muddled with the promises he whispered in her ear and any control she tried to gain over her circumstance fleeted.
He removed her necklace dropping it carelessly to the ground. He took both her wrist, spreading them out and eyed her dark nipples behind the see through red material. They hardened under his scrutiny and Katara's cheeks grew another shade of red. 'Zuko' licked his lips. He released her wrist to grip Katara's bottom and lifted her enough to capture a dark nipple in his mouth.
"Ah!" Katara cried.
This was beyond illogical. She was captured, starved, then sent off as a sacrifice. Now she was swayed by a dragon against her will and wasn't sure why she was allowing him the immoral liberty over her body. All logic that had surfaced was pushed to the back of her mind when he rubbed her other nipple with the tip of his thumb and index finger.
Katara looked down to observe his ministrations and found him looking up at her, gold eyes piercing through her cerulean. Lost in trance, she grinded her hips into his thigh to subside the ache. He raised his brows but didn't stop. He clamped down on the captured nipple, hard, and earned an erotic scream. The action made Katara grind harder, slipping her fingers in his hair to grip. She needed more and he provided it, circling his tongue around her nub and suckling it to soothe the bite.
The waterbender tossed her head back and moaned louder as the pool of heat increased in her abdomen. She was reaching the edge of ecstasy. Her state of mind was scattered into a million pieces and her resolve was breaking. She dug her nails into his scalp as a wave of pleasure caused her inner walls to contract and a gush of wetness soak her sheer undergarments. Katara exhaled deeply and tried to calm her breathing as the afterglow of her intense orgasm subsided.
Zuko caught her before she could collapse and drew her closer to him. "What will you give me in return for your pleasures, waterbender?" He asked in a sultry tone. His raspy voice built the pressure back into her loins and all she could do is mumble incoherently. What was she supposed to do next? She was a virgin and was only ever surrounded by women twice her age if not older.
Without thinking it all the way through, she lifted her face to collide her lips with his. He welcomed it and pried her mouth open with his tongue, swirling it around her own. The open mouth kiss was far from innocent. It was sloppy, hungry and all around immodest. Katara didn't care. All she knew is that he was driving her insane with lust.
Zuko roamed his hands over her back, clawing his fingertips up and down. He removed her top to clearly expose her breast. Katara pushed his robe off over his shoulders and panted like a polar bear dog heat at the sight of his defined muscles. She gently ran her fingers down his taut abs and earned herself a growl. He gripped her wrist, and unceremoniously flung her to the ground on her back.
Katara made to get up but Zuko set his foot against her shoulder, not painfully, but enough to keep her from getting up with all her strength.
"What makes you think I will not consume you, waterbender?" He taunted, his lips curved in an evil smirk.
Th fear that took over her heart earlier came rushing back and her eyes widened in a plea. " I…I don't…" she started.
"Don't what? Think?" He chuckled. "You are not the first they have sent to appease me. Although, you are the first waterbender. All their brides have been at the mercy of my jaws. You humans are so pathetic in thinking a mere girl is enough to cease havoc on your lands. I was here first. Your false adorations and gifts will not allow me to keep you here or save you from my wrath."
"Ugh." Katara grunted. He had pressed his foot deeper into her shoulder. "Are you kidding me?" she groaned. "You…you think I'm here of my own free will?" They stole her from her home and sacrificed her to this demon!
The man-beast tilted his head in curiosity. "Well, this is a first. A sacrifice. You humans have no morals when trying to save your own skins."
The waterbender was dumfounded by his nonchalant attitude concerning the unethical methods these people were using to 'appease' him. Katara narrowed her eyes at his mocking attitude, mentally wishing he would burst into flames. It was bad enough he had her exposed and wanting, now her life was being threatened over an issue that didn't include her in the least.
"Then take it up with the Fire Nation." She spat. "I could care less what disgusting feud you have amongst one another. I deserve to be released!"
"You are in no position to make demands, Katara." How did he know her name? "You have still trespassed into my home. Sacrifice or not, you humans are all the same."
"So, this is it? I'm forced from my home to be brought here and you don't have a shred of empathy?" Hot tears sprung from her eyes. She really was going to die.
Zuko removed his foot from her shoulder and bent down to one knee, gently running his knuckles against her wet cheek. "Poor little waterbender." He sung, a knot twisting in Katara's stomach at the sound of his voce. "Empathy isn't something you humans deserve. Greed is your guidance. I would never empathize with that."
Katara sobbed as his knuckles slid down her cheek, passed her neck, and traced the curve of her collarbone. Eventually stopping to twirl the stone trinket of her mother's betrothal necklace.
"Yet, you've enticed me. This is the first I've laid eyes on a watertribe woman in many, many years. And one so beautiful at that." He whispered. "There is a chance you have captured my attention, waterbender."
Katara's face contorted in confusion at his admittance. Did he not do what he did to her with the other brides?
Zuko shook his head slowly with a smirk. Dragons only have one mate.
She shivered when his thoughts passed through her like cold air and she started to feel sleek again. He had an obvious effect on her body. As much as Katara wanted to deny him access, his hot touch sent her into a daze of bliss.
"Do you want me, waterbender?" He asked, his raspy voice going deeper.
She moaned when a hand placed over her left breast. She quickly placed her own over his to urge him to continue.
"That's not an answer. Do you want me, Katara?" He squeezed a little harder.
"Yes!" she announced, arching her back to press her breast further into his hand.
"Good girl." He growled. Grabbing her by the hips, Zuko lifted her to sit on his lap and moved her back and forth against his member. Katara wrapped her arms around his neck and groaned when his nature rubbed against her hot core. "What will you do for me, Katara?" he whispered hotly into her ear.
"What do you want me to do?" Katara whispered back seductively. She could feel the goosebumps form on the back of his neck and smiled triumphantly.
"Go with your instincts, waterbender, I'm sure you can satisfy me thoroughly."
Katara almost crumbled but bucked her hips harder against his and gestured him to lie on his back. When the teasing became too much, she practically ripped off the sheer material blocking access to her sex. Zuko watched in amusement as she fumbled to untie the string holding his trousers around his hips. The 'v' shape of his pelvic muscles made her mouth water and her clumsiness to increase.
With what felt like a lifetime, she managed to untie the string she knotted several times and ripped his pants from hips leaving them hanging mid-thigh. Zuko's erection sprung out and she immediately took him in her mouth. She didn't know what came over her. Katara had had never committed any sexual act aside from touching herself but she did learn from the other women when she was included in their group talks, so that she was aware of what to do when it came time for her to marry. Watertribe people were not modest when it came to sex.
Katara looked up at him when he placed a hand on the back of her head, his eyes half lidded with lust and mouth gapped open releasing soft sighs. She moved down his shaft and swirled her tongue on his tip when she went back up. "Come here, Katara." He said sweetly and her heart jumped.
Crawling up to face him, the waterbender hovered her opening over the tip of his length, waiting for his permission to continue. Zuko slid his calloused hands down her sides to reach her buttocks. Gripping them hard, he lifted his hips to slide into Katara's slick, hot core. The invasion caused Katara to stiffen. A burning sensation rushed through her body like an inferno and she pursed her lips the deeper he entered her. A single tear ran down her cheek as he tore through her virginal barrier.
A few minutes passed before Katara moved her hips up and down and the pain formed into waves of pleasure. The feeling of his rock-hard cock reaching the sore spot deep within her walls made Katara start to see stars. Never in her wildest fantasies did she imagine it feeling so liberating and mind numbing.
Zuko met her thrust, making her bounce up as they collided and her moans turned into cries. The dragon's breath became hot as the goddess before him worked to bring them both to pleasure. He had met many human women in his life but none enthralled him beyond reasoning like the minx sitting on top of him. Zuko grunted as she moved her hips at a different angle, almost causing him to release too soon. She was a virgin, how was she doing this? Guess the stories about watertribe women were true.
Their act was getting wild and Zuko was sure he wasn't going to last long enough to get her to orgasm. Flipping them over so he had Katara on her back, he slammed into her at a quickened pace. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Tapping the heel of her foot against his ass cheek, Zuko growled and narrowed his eyes at her. Katara snickered at his reaction and did again. "Harder." She breathed.
Zuko obliged, sinking as deep into her as he could with more force, the slapping of wet skin ringing in their ears.
He then told her to get on all fours, slapping her bottom playfully as she did what she was told, earning himself a shriek. He mounted her from behind, slamming into her hard enough for her to lose her balance. Katara did her best to hold herself in place at the force of his love making. The dirt and pebbles dug into her open palms and knees enough to break the skin but the stinging pain only enhanced the blissful spell she was under.
Zuko reached around to rub the nub between her legs in order to encourage her impending orgasm. Her cries became high pitched and he could tell she was close. Katara mouthed an inaudible scream when her wall contracted around his cock and she came harder than the first time. Zuko's mind fogged over when he released himself deep inside her, gripping his fingers in her hips deep enough to leave bruises.
Katara collapsed forward after the throbbing inside her ceased and Zuko removed himself.
"You will stay here with me." He stated, moving a piece of her hair behind her ear and leaving a kiss on her cheek. "I will protect you, my love."
Katara closed her eyes and frowned slightly but relaxed as warmth enveloped her body. Soft scales surrounded her and she buried herself against them.
*break*
A still silence stood over the crowd outside the walls leading to the volcano entrance of the dragon's lair. The head sage peeked his head through the metal doors and smiled ear to ear as he took in the sight of the naked waterbender cuddled up against the large form of the ferocious dragon. Quietly closing the door, the sage turned to the crowd to announce the dragon-god had finally been sated. The news was well celebrated among the residing citizens of the Fire Nation Capital.
Little did they know that the dragon had plans to set their world aflame the next day. No one would ever harm his waterbender again.